Bruce sat in his study, reviewing a stack of reports, when a sudden voice broke the silence.
“Dad! They’re airing the new Gray Ghost movie, directed by Christopher Roland! Can we go?” Terry asked, practically bursting with excitement.
“Terry, how many times have I told you not to sneak up on me like that? It’s rude,” Bruce replied, clearly irritated.
“Sorry,” Terry said, rubbing the back of his neck.
Bruce paused, thoughtful for a moment.
“Have you finished your homework?”
“Did you clean your room?”
“So clean you could eat off the floor.”
“What time does the movie start?”
Bruce studied him for a second.
“Hm… alright. Let me finish a few things and then I’ll get ready.”
“Oh, by the way,” Bruce added, “your P.E. teacher wants you to join the wrestling team. What do you think?”
Bruce turned around—only to find that Terry was already gone.
Bruce: "Why does he keep doing that?"
Alfred: "Well sir how does that make you feel?"
Bruce: "it's annoying I don't like that, it's rude"
Alfred: "don't you think it's quite ironic?"
Bruce: "no I don't think so"